It's almost sweet, the way she says
"Oh, no, we're not dating."
But all the while, a wink, a smile,
and over the lines we're skating
that separate a dinner from a date,
until she restates:
"Oh, no, we're not together."

But neither have we, since the start,
ever really been apart.

There's so much more that we could be,
but instead, I just hear you say
the same things again,
  and again,
and
    again
until possibly we find a day
when we come to believe
that the words on your heart
match the ones on your lips,
which you've repeated
until they became true.